yearning
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a night without noisebut the song of dancing flames from the fireplacea cold room fills with warm airas someone sits on the empty couchwatching the stars from the windowas the night slips awayand the embers turn to ash
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the sky is full of starsyet the spectacular coloursof the northern lightsare still to come—like the unfinished poemwritten in the notebookas the poet has left the room
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Evolving like a flowerdeeply insideI see my reflectionThe one who carries dream within her—Untouchable, yet she still wants to claim itBlinding sun Perfect timingDoes not existIt is who we areTime keeps turningWe’re standing still Can’t we just stop it? —-JR & AD Dear J, This is the very first poem we wrote together. I still…
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be as cold as the ice cubesand i still won’t freezebarefoot stay on the same groundthe mountain’s peak meant to be climbedwhile life is an intermittent riverit will rewet again somehow—bravery
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wednesday’s gray dawnthe birds stay on the ground—silently it’s no longer tea for twoand some bird dropping into my cupthe swear words fall from my mouthand they scatter—leaving me behind with nothing but the rain falling